I don't think of my characters as people I create, I think of them more as people I have met and whom I'm exploring on the page. I don't actually think of myself as having 'created' any of these people.

Many people believe that evil is the presence of something. I think it's the absence of something.

The Universe doesn't like secrets. It conspires to reveal the truth, to lead you to it.

In the end, I cared about him so much that I just thought he deserved someone who loved him more than I did.

My uncle Max was a mountain, a shooting star, a big bear of a man, a piggyback ride waiting to happen, his pockets full of candy and, later money, or whatever the particular currency of our ages happened to be. He was rock concerts, baseball games, he was yes when my parents were no, he was a consolation for every disappointment.

you cannot hope for change in others, you can only work toward it in yourself. And that's hard work.

The past is history. The future is a mystery. The present is a gift.